Some come in the daze still written
as they dream of a better place
Others come in kicking and fighting
A silent scream on their face
Some walk through a door
led by others
attached by a string
eyes made of stone
Others come heads bent low
with rattling chains
Hounded by voices
Walking all alone
Through another
they come with questions
“Why ?” seems the prevalent
one
A shout to the windows
“ I thought
I would always be your son”
From another come those who are not
No apparent ropes as they come quietly
But their life foretells the bringing
of shame
Dreaming of mountains and clouds
But no rains makes a place without rivers
Leaving the children nothing to claim
So please nay welcome
to this pit
where things are hidden
I may not know the future
But I do know
where I have been
And I know there is a door
different from the rest
One that leads outside
I’ll keep searching
but it moves around
and plays seek and hide
There is one door I won’t touch
One I found I could lock
The key hidden in the dust
A door that won’t
open anymore
It’s a small little door
hidden behind boulder and rock
From which pass the children
to this place without
a floor
Leo
Atreides